Can you guys explain to me how you can be angry, grumpy and antagonistic all day, have a fight with your wife that doesn’t get resolved and then want to make love that night? What is UP with that?
I’m telling you right now that I don’t think women really want to have sex after a fight that hasn’t been resolved. I’ll admit it, I do mean resolved to MY satisfaction. If DH says to me, “I’m sorry that you got mad about this,” that is not gonna cut it Bud. Okay, so if I’m being honest, I want my DH to capitulate to my will and superior knowledge and opinion every time and just go along with me. ‘Cause I’m always right, okay? I want him to apologize for every little thing he ever did and promise to be better than Edward Cullen for the rest of our lives.
Back to reality. He is the one that’s right, oh, I’ll give him about 55% of the time, sigh. I hate to admit it, but it’s true. (I’m never letting him read this post. Never.)
So you’ve had a fight with your wife. You were angry, she was angry. Nobody threw anything, thank heavens, but it’s so cold in the room you can see your breath. Now, I ask again, what makes you want to have sex???? What makes you think in your wildest dreams that your wife will want to have sex??? Don’t give me any nonsense about make-up sex. There has been no making up! So stay far away from me, Pal. I want DH to know I’m ticked off and I want him to feel bad about that. The last thing on my mind is the wild thing. I can’t flip a switch in my head, forget all the angry words and get all lovey dovey. Why can you?????
It takes me some time to thaw out and remember that I kind of love this idiot I’m married to. After some time, I get to a point where I think, I guess he’s not that bad. Okay, he’s pretty nice. And cute. And fun to be with. And he’s a good dad. And he works hard. And maybe, just maybe, I can stand to be in the same room with him again. Then I can say I’m sorry for the fight, he can tell me he loves me, we can make up, and then my brain can think sexy thoughts. And not before.
Conan doesn’t need that. He has a switch that says, okay, I’m rrrrrrrrrrandy (spoken in a growly Scottish accent). I call a truce while we get down tonight. After that, then I’ll maybe be able to stand to be in the same room with YOU.
I may never understand it.